A Sissy Saga

Jason's world collapses

Sissy was vacuum cleaning upstairs when the pager went off so hurried down to where the ladies were in the conservatory, she curtseyed on entry. Miss Jill looked up 'there you are sissy, Jason will be coming for his car soon, we want you to act as if nothing happened yesterday, we want him to think for now that he dreamed it, we want him off guard', curtsey 'yes Miss Jill'. Sissy noted that both Miss Jill and Miss Sarah were wearing outfits that 'macho man' Jason would not fail to notice. 'Show him into the lounge when he arrives', Lisa curtseyed and withdrew wondering what exactly their plan was, whatever it was she did not want to be in Jason's shoes.

Jason had woken up in the morning with a headache and a fuzzy memory of the previous drunken night but, hey, any drunken night that he did not have to pay for was good, right? He was almost sure he had fucked someone but was not sure if it was Sarah or Jill, he hoped it was Sarah, the stuck up bitch, shame he did not quite remember. On the other hand if it was Jill that was ok too, two women in their early 30's and fit, what's not to like. He had perked up with that thought and was jerking himself off in the shower, whichever one it was he hoped he would get to screw the other one. He thought of himself as a stud and who knows it might be a regular job screwing two lesbians, they must fancy real cock sometimes, it's not natural not to he reasoned.  He laughed to himself, he might even allow sissy to watch, see how 'a man' does it. He squirted on his favourite body spray before getting dressed. He picked out his underwear, leg hugging trunks, colour purple. Step One underpants, if they were good enough for rugby players to advertise they were good enough for him. Anyway he had used his Superman boxers yesterday, never know he might be down to his pants today and repetition superhero boxers would not be good and these bamboo pants will show off his eco credentials. His mind wandered to Melanie, hell that's the one he would really like to fuck. All those years that Mel was married to that fairy she probably needed a good seeing to. Dressed and full of himself he left his apartment on his way to get his car.

Lisa opened the door and saw his leering face, curtsey 'good morning Mr Jason, please come in Sir'. Jason puffed his chest out, he loved sissy's submissive attitude, damn it was funny when he exposed sissy. He would never put himself in a position of vulnerability like that but then he was not a screaming bender who wore dresses. 'Curtsey again sissy' he said because he could, Lisa curtseyed again before opening the lounge door for Jason 'I shall inform Miss Jill that you are here Sir, please have a seat'. Yep, Jason thought as he dropped into what had been Luke's chair, love being bowed and scraped to. His thoughts came thick and fast, when he became the resident stud sissy would be running everywhere.

Jill and Sarah walked in, both tall and elegant but sadly for Jason both wearing trousers, loose ones that did not show any curves, the sexy outfits that sissy had seen earlier had been changed. Sarah being more acquainted with Jason through work noticed the fleeting look of disapproval and was pleased that they had pissed him off. None of the girls at work wore short skirts to work anymore because of him, in fact most wore trousers. Sarah wore a dark knee length skirt suit to work, being the PA to the boss she had to be smart. The door knocked and sissy brought in the coffee and retreated to the dining room to do some housework. 'Hi girls' Jason said with more familiarity than they liked. They took their seats on the sofa and sipped coffee. After a minute or two small talk Jill suddenly said 'so, Jason, quite the stud', his ego went into overdrive 'I have never had any complaints' he bragged as his kind do, 'hope you enjoyed it' hoping the one he fucked would acknowledge. 'After you had gone last night we discovered, quite by accident that the CCTV was armed' Jill lied as it was never off'. Jason's eyebrows bunched together. Sarah smiled disarmingly 'would you like to see it?'. Would he? Oh yeah starring in his own porno 'would love to' he said gleefully. But first we rewound and thought you might like to see yourself getting a blow job from the sissy' Jason smiled in self satisfaction 'it could be good for the laugh'. Jason remembered that one, he was not drunk but incredibly turned on and Jill said she was on her monthly, so sissy was offered. Jill thumbed the remote on the TV that the footage was linked to, Jason giggled as he watched himself being blown on the huge screen. He failed to notice that the footage had been edited to exclude the rest of the room, it was just him, the chair he sat in and sissy, there was no indication that Jill was even there. There was a look of triumph on his face as he held sissy's head down and ejaculated into his mouth and throat. It is fair to say that Jason had enjoyed the show.

'Want to see the other one? Jill asked sweetly, Jason nodded enthusiastically. Again it had been edited so that it looked like Jason was on his own with sissy. He was speechless as it dawned on him just who he had fucked in his stupor, his eyes bulged and his face went florid then quickly paled. His stomach twisted itself into knots as he watched himself doing the unimaginable, fucking the sissy, something he had told the world he would never do. He may be arrogant but he is not stupid and was well aware how this looked, two incidents with sissy a week apart was no accident. He stood up to make a fast getaway, not wanting to watch anymore but 'sit down' barked by Jill stopped him in his tracks, he stood suddenly uncertain 'sit down' she repeated with even more authority, Jason sat. Thankfully for Jason the footage had finished but the humiliation had not. 'We had a suspicion that you were a closet gay' said Sarah flatly, it was an accusation that Jason vehemently denied so Jill flashed up some still photo's from the CCTV. The hall when Jason was following sissy and stooping to look at her panties, suggestive gestures behind sissy, the blow job, then while being poured into the taxi last night pawing sissy's rear and, of course,  actually screwing sissy. Jill chipped in 'and from the time you inserted yourself into sissy to the time you pulled out was 43 seconds' a pause, 'that hardly speaks of a macho man does it?', Jason had no answer. 'Do you expect us to believe that you cannot remember who it was you had sex with?' intoned Sarah, 'it is an obvious sign of denial, no so called macho man would have it off with a sissy'. Jason's brain was in turmoil, he was confused watching the series of stills each one of which appeared to show him lusting after Lisa. It was unfair, he thought, he didn't regard the sissy as a man, sissy did display panties and stockings which any man would look at. Some of his expressions were harder to explain. These were the same lecherous looks that he gave at work to female members of staff, he was still in the job as he was so good at it and sucked up to the boss. He cursed the fact that his Achilles Heel was that he could not remember what happened when he got really drunk but most men were like that, weren't they?

At that point sissy, pre arranged, entered the room with a tray with a large whisky on it, curtseyed to Jason and offered it to him. Jason looked at Lisa, so feminine and that outfit, so sexy these days, you wouldn't know he told himself. By habit a lingering in the look, short pink maid dress, with white panties and suspender, pink bows on white stockings. He swallowed the double 'thank you sissy' he mumbled without the usual sneer. Lisa had been trained to stoop to pick things up. This time she turned away from Jason and bent slightly from the waist to pick up the coffee cups, Jason did not miss the show and did not look away. Sarah nudged Jill, he definitely had a hard on, he could not help himself, he thought with his cock which was his real Achilles Heel.